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Woman, may I compare you to a rose? The rose is short. You are tall. The rose is narrow. You are shapely. The rose stands still. You move, you are liquid grace. The rose wears one fragrance, pleasing enough, but only from up close. You wear many fragrances, ever changing with your shampoo, soap, toothpaste, … Continue reading Woman, may I compare you to a rose?
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